Disclaimer: I.Do.Not.Own.Naruto. Is that clear?
HaNd LoCkEd
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A sunny day. Her hand touched his hand.
He frowned. It was a sign for her to explain.
"Hand locked."
She smiled. Limpid voice.
He was annoyed, hand hung loosely. Apathetic.
"Whatever."
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She ran to him. Clasped his hand.
Cried.
"Why?"
Tears fell down her cheek. Waterlogging tone.
"I'm different. I don't belong here."
He said. And removed her hand rudely.
She stood there.
Not be able to stop her tears.
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Not yet
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That day. He came back. Met her.
She smiled. Sweetly.
"Welcome back."
He walked to her side unruffledly.
Her small smooth cream hand was in his big rough hand.
"Hand locked?"
He asked. A bit embarassed. This was not his style.
She smiled.
He stood still. Or froze.
Her hand was cold. The fingers didn't clasp around his hand. Like before.
He looked at her eyes. Terrified.
And she was still smiling.
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"Please don't try to lock my hand anymore.
My heart locked.
Sasukekun."
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HaNd UnLoCkEd.
.::The time he decided to grab her hand is the time she didn't want to clasp it anymore.::